حين ينتهي الحب .. أَدرك أنه لم يكن حباً ..
الحب لا بد أن يُعاشَ .. لا أن يُتَذَكَرْ

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.

يُعَلِّمُني الحُبّ أَنْ لا أُحِب ، ويَتْرُكني في مَهَبِّ الوَرق

After all, my earstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn't. People weren't meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.

And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, an end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friend!

When we're in love, we may resent it, but we certainly miss love once it's gone.

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

Love goes away when your mind goes away and then you're someone else.

On cesse de s'aimer si quelqu'un ne nous aime.

All love gets over, and we must get over it.

يعلمني الحب أن لا أحب...
ويتركني في مهب الورق

Once the love bug wears off, as it inevitably does, you are shocked to discover that you really didn't know the object of your affections at all. We know this to be so, even as we repeat the same mistake over and over and over.